If Jackson Arnold is as good as Auburn seems to think he is, stop the presses. Build the statue. Hang the banner. Happy days are here again in the Loveliest Village on the Plains. Better stock up on Charmin now while you can because all those RPO TDs are going to cause a run on TP.

Say good-bye to four straight seven-loss seasons, five long years of Iron Bowl futility and eight consecutive Deep South’s Oldest Family Reunions with Kirby as your daddy.

Say hello to hope. It’s a heckuva drug, and in the last 48 hours, it’s replaced copium as the hypothetical pharmaceutical of choice for an Auburn family desperate to feel good about its football program again. The chief pusher of this irrational exuberance has been the crack social media team for Auburn athletics.